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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
kingdom_n	earth_n	glory_n	great_a	2,131	5	2.9800	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A38449	Englands vanity or The Voice of God against the monstrous sin of pride, in dress and apparel wherein naked breasts and shoulders, antick and fantastick garbs, patches, and painting, long perriwigs, towers, bulls, shades, curlings, and crispings, with an hundred more fooleries of both sexes, are condemned as notiriously unlawful. With pertinent addresses to the court, nobility, gentry, city and country, directed especially to the professors in London / by a compassionate conformist.	Compassionate conformist.	1683 (1683)	Wing E3069; ESTC R32945	62,360	146

Diamonds to grace your Bosomes though you celebrate an uninterrupted Holy Day of Joy and Pleasure though the whole series of Life yet will a sawcy Disease very impudently intrude upon you and unpin the very foundations of all these Ravishing glories and tumble you into rottenness and the grave The insolent Captain within will torture your unwilling ears with the dismal tydings of an approaching dissolution and Death it self will hardly be brib'd to the civility of giving Respite while you chaunt out Adrians dying Notes O Animula blandula vagula quo nunc abibis O my miserable darling soul into what shades art thou now passing This Right Honourable is the unavoidable Decree of Heaven and all the powers of Created strength and policy will never prevail to revoke it Yet while you live it cannot but be some Regret to your Honours to see all the Badges of your Honourable Order so impudently invaded by the persons of the basest and most contemptible circumstances and condition Each Ranter and Ruffian painting up himself into the most perfect hypocrisie of your Sate and hardly any thing wanting save the Blew Ribbon and the George to distinguish them from being Knights of the most Honourable Garter you 'ld take them all to be Lords as the Roman Senator appeared once to the Embassaduor to be no less than an Assembly of Kings but that they have lost their Mannours and Manners together Envy would suggest as if the sparks of this Vanity had all proceeded from your palaces but alas every hand hath set the fire to his own Thatch that has scattered into this Universal conflagration Pitty a distracted Nation that has borrowed your plumes to dress it self up to the Acting it's own Tragedy The whole frantick Herd runing about with Gilded Horns and platted Manes presenting themselves to the Angry Deity for Sacrifice 'T is high time for you ye Nobles to put on your Sables while this mad Mummery is thus every where practised The whole Kingdome in masquerade the distracted Mimmix of your Grandieur Each pittiful fellow check-by-joleing it with your Lordships and every Mechanicks wife Apeing your high-born Ladies their heaps of Counterfeits not sweating for fear or shame to vie with the Richest Carcanets Anciently Pearles were called Vshers because they made way for such as wore them now every Exchange-Wench is usher'd in by them into her stalls and while she calls to others to know what they Lack while her self lacks nothing to make her as fine as a Countess and stands there but to upbraid others wants 'T is a custome they say at the Creation of Knights of the Bath for the Kings Master-Cook to come forth and present his great Knife to the New-made Knights admonishing them to be Faithful and Valiant otherwise he threatens them that very Knife is prepar'd to cut off their Spurs But here are such a multitude of Knights and Ladies of their own Creation behaving themselves so unworthy of that Dignity that the under Scullions of the Kitching would be tyred sufficiently with cutting off the combs of their Honour And sure some sharp-edged Instrument or other must be whetted to do the Execution some severe Laws to crop off the Monsters head in time Or 't is to be feard God himself will take it into his own hands and make but bloody work among them Thus having ended these necessary Caveats to take off any prejudice which might arise in great and innocent minds I shall now betake my self to those whom the guilt and danger does more immediately concern To both City and Countrey GOd who at sundry times and in divers manners hath spoken in times past to all Nations Kingsdoms and People as well by the Still Small Voice of his Mercies as by the direfull thunder of his Judgments hath in this present Age spoken to this sinfull Land in such terrible and astonishing accents as might well have prevail'd to startle and awaken the most drousie and secure People in the World that were not wholly expir'd in a mortal Lethargy and given over to the formidable judgment of an utter insencibility 'T is sign we are perfectly dead flesh that can suffer the many stroaks of Divine vengeance to be repeated on us so often without the least sense of reluctancy or groan the many stabbs from the Sword of Justice into our very bowels while we like the late protestant-Martyrs Body are so Stark and Stiff that no Tears or Blood bedew the Weapon that pierces us nothing alas issues from the wounds that are made into us Whence is it and from what provocation O ye unhappy Countrey-men have we contracted this so perfect an obduration the most infallible presage of our Ruine have you not seen the Visions of the Prophet That incorrigible People Once so dear and near unto God the very Apple of his Eye and dearly Beloved of his Soul but a moment before their National Vis●tation and Ruine laugh in the Face of an afflicting God and bearing up themselves bravely under all the wounds of his Wrath and too cunningly baffling all the various Methods of his unforcedly cruel dispensations against them O Lord thou hast smitten them but they have not grieved thou hast consumed them but they have refused to receive correction they have made their faces harder than a Rock they have refused to return Let all mens Consciences witness whether ever the frame of Englands Spirit could have been pourtraied out to greater Life by another Pencil One would prudently suppose it should be too late for Sin and Hell to play over again their old Games now in this Rubbish Age of the World while we see all the Earth almost to have been desolated into rubbish by their cruelty and fallacies All the Nations and Kingdoms that were once Glorious to be thrown down into Destruction and Ruinous Heaps The four great Monarchies of the Earth gobbled up by the Lyons that support the Throne of God's Justice The fierceness of his Indignation burning up the Sanctuary of his Holiness and seizing on the Habitation of his Glory and Delight and his very People made an Hissing and a Reproach to the World God for these five thousand years hath been scattering abroad the Arrows of his Rage hunting out after the Proud to humble them and treading down the wicked in their place Where they all lye his Prisoners in the dust together with their faces bound for destruction And yet we wormes take no warning Why open thine Eyes Reader and consider how many millions hath Sin and Judgment sent into the dungeons of darkness and thou art dancing on the very brink of the same precepice yet wilt not see it No not though God has brought the Tragedies of Antiquity and Acted them over again at thine own door Thou hast sent the Flames of Sodom burning up thine own House and the Pestilence of Egypt raging in thine own Streets The silent murmurs of an Hundred Thousand Souls seeming to mutter out the frustrated end of